If Nick is concerned by that, it doesn't show in his expression. He contemplates it for a moment, faintly worried that the ever present ray of sunshine known as Ellis is having downswings. He brushes off the feeling as best he can, because it's not his problem until he sees it happen.

"What are you going to do with your flies once you catch them, Ellis? You don't expect me to believe you're sweet talking just to stab them in the back, do you?" He gives him a flat look, his tone like a school teacher scolding a bratty kid.